I made a sale today. First sale in a loooong time. And it’s a real money sale. As in meaningful money (for short fiction). Does it feel good? Hell yeah. It feels so good. Am I going to party like it’s 1999? Hell no. I’m so sick that I’m going to take this shit-eating grin right to bed and celebrate this little coup when I’m not bringing up something that looks like the ectoplasm from Ghostbusters.

Oh yeah. What story, and who was the sale to?  The story is The Angels of St. Ambrose, and the market is Darwin’s Evolutions, a new market that I really like the looks of. Yeah, it’s going to face all the challenges that new markets face, but the editor Darwin Garrison has some new ideas on making the venture work, and he writes a damn funny acceptance letter.  Plus, he liked Angels so much that he’s going to make it the anchor story for the June issue.  You can’t blame me if I like the guy…